Lu Hanyang fell directly, and the silver flying sword divine dragon rushed directly towards the mountain forest below, directly cutting off countless towering trees, and then opened up a ravine all the way, heading deeper into this mountain forest.

Along the way, countless trees were cut down, and countless animals were scattered in all directions. But Lu Hanyang's flying sword did not stop, but continued to move deeper, gradually reaching the edge of a collapsed mountain cliff, and finally stopped moving.

At this time, Lu Hanyang was sitting on top of the dragon's head, sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, and his complexion changed a little uncertainly. The flying sword coiled up directly, and the dragon body, which was ten zhang long, was directly coiled together, like a huge python.

Lu Hanyang's spiritual sense seemed to be overshadowed, and at this moment, there was no reflection of the outside world at all, and the whole person was like a piece of dead wood, sitting on the dragon's head.

"Killing, fighting, disdain? It seems that there are almost 500,000 people killed by themselves over the years! When did you become so murderous? For the Central Plains Chinese nation? But isn't there any other way? Or after opening the killing ring at the beginning, he can no longer keep his true heart? Lu Hanyang was thinking in his mind at this time.

He didn't know why he thought of these things at this time, and he didn't know why he couldn't control his whole body after thinking of this, and he fell down like this! At this moment, Lu Hanyang was confused, with guilt in his heart, and some indescribable emotions.

Pictures kept appearing in my mind, and how everyone I killed at that time died appeared in my mind. He didn't notice these at all, but at this time, he found that everything was remembered clearly, countless Turkic soldiers who were burned to death by the flames, and countless steppe soldiers who were crushed to death by the sword qi.

"What exactly are these? Why is it so clear in retrospect? Is it sympathy, or regret and guilt? Lu Hanyang couldn't tell the difference, and he couldn't even find the reason why he thought of this. Is it the torture of the heart after the killing? Or whatever.

However, Lu Hanyang knew that if he continued to immerse himself in this emotion, something bad might happen. He couldn't say what it felt, but he just knew. It is like a biological instinct that exists in the subconscious. I can't tell you why, but I know that it can't go on like this, it's dangerous.

"What should I do if I want to break free from this situation?" Lu Hanyang was very conscious, but he didn't know how to ask for this strange situation, and with the continuous hovering of these pictures, he didn't know that something different quietly rose in his heart.

This change has been imperceptibly piled up little by little over the years, and now it's time to explode. Perhaps it was because of the loneliness and anxiety of coming to this world for the first time that he chose this path at the beginning. And step by step, it has become a shackle in his heart.

Now he couldn't break free at all, like a moth in a spider's web, and it was hard to resist at this time. The slightest emotion in his heart continued to infect, and his originally clear mind appeared a little grotesque: these people deserve to die, they are blocking my way home.

This kind of thought was born, and Lu Hanyang himself was startled: blocked the way home? This reason is very strong, isn't the goal he has been working hard for all these years just to go home? But how do you get back? From where to go back? These are not clear, you can only blindly improve your strength, and after gaining enough strength, you can break the cage of this world.

Who told him about this method? Where did he find out? Lu Hanyang began to think about it in his heart, as if no one told him that as long as he improved his cultivation, he would be able to break the world and return to his original world.

"So where does this idea come from?" Lu Hanyang unconsciously thought about it more and more, and he seemed to feel that he had found a way of thinking that was gradually getting closer to the truth.

And where do all these murderous desires, fears, loneliness, and all sorts of emotions come from? It all comes from his fear of the world, and he rejects all the people in this world, even for the Chinese nation, which he is considered to be a naturally recognized ethnic group, he has not completely integrated into it.

This is because he is not from this world, he knows that this is a historical country, he knows more than everyone in this era, and there is also this power that is stronger than everyone else, so that he rejects and merges with these people, makes him feel that he is superior, everything is at his will, why should he be connected with them.

And those alien races are the target of his rejection, and he is even more disdainful of them in his heart, so he doesn't pay attention to their ant-like lives at all. This kind of high-minded mentality has buried the flaws in Lu Hanyang's heart, but it has also become more dangerous.

His personality unconsciously became casual, what he wanted to do, maybe every time he seemed to be standing in the Tang Dynasty and starting from the interests of the Chinese nation, it was just a subconscious recognition of this nation. What if one day this nation is on the opposite side of itself?

Lu Hanyang's thoughts continued to emanate in his heart, and then he came to such a conclusion, and after asking himself, he came to another conclusion: If the Chinese nation is on the opposite side, then he can also start without mercy.

As soon as this thought appeared, Lu Hanyang himself was directly startled: Could it be that I am born with a thirst for killing? But why hasn't it been realized? Shouldn't a murderous person be unhappy if he doesn't kill? But he can stay in Yushan for several months, or even a year or two, without moving at all.

Lu Hanyang kept recalling and thinking, so he stayed in this mountain forest, and gradually the surrounding trees lost their leaves, and gusts of cold wind howled. Time had entered the cold winter, and he sat here, and after a long time, it was as if he had found nothing.

At this time, his body had also turned into skin and bones, his cheekbones rose high, and the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be dry. The whole person seemed to be completely extinguished, only the sea of his consciousness constantly flashed with blood light, silver light, and constantly fighting.

In the past few months, Lu Hanyang's thoughts have continued to deepen, and he found that he was misled, whether the whole world was real or illusory, he had come here, but he was carried away by the transcendent natural power that suddenly appeared, and he continued to improve his strength after that, so that he was naturally separated from this world.